This is a story with lots of sex between guys who like each other. If you're not old enough to read it, that's a shame, or if it's not legal to read this stuff where you live (shameful!), then please don't read it.
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Chapter 3
I went a little nuts the next afternoon after school when I saw Daddy pull up to the pick-up spot. I ditched my friends, I don't think I even said bye. It was the longest we'd been apart since he brought me to live with him. I bounced down to meet his car and saw Michael in the backseat beaming adoringly.
Daddy must have flown out directly from his meeting because he still had on a dark suit and blue silk tie. Michael was wearing his standard polo and khakis, his tan messenger bag on the seat next to him.
"There's my little chicken," daddy laughed when I kangarooed into the passenger seat. Michael took my backpack and we headed for home. I put my head into daddy's side as he slipped his arm around me.
We pulled into the garage and words were lost. He leaned in to kiss me as the door rolled down behind us. He pulled me over the seat and onto his lap, my arms sliding around his neck.
Michael slipped out behind us with my backpack; he probably already had his instructions. Daddy carried me out of the car and into the house. He threw me over his shoulder, taking me up the stairs. I buried my head into his neck, inhaling the mix of hard work and expensive cologne. He'd had his haircut, probably this morning. I caught a hint of vodka, probably a drink before the flight.
He tossed me on the bed and loosened his tie as I squirmed up to the pillows, sliding my shoes off and tossing them against the chair. He took off his coat and tossed it near my shoes. He slid off his black leather shoes and then dove onto me. His hands slid up my shirt and eased it over my head. His teeth, soft lips came down to find a nipple. It twisted a little between incisors. I arched my back and laid my head against the pillows. His arms moved around my back, lifting me slightly off the comforter as he began to suck and twist at the small red nipples.
"Fuucckkk," I breathed out, closing my eyes as he worked them over, bringing each one to full attention, sending waves of pleasure through my limbs. One of my hands, maybe the right one, found his head and the fingers worked their way through his hair. I was a little too lost to be concerned with their endeavor.
His mouth made it way to the center of my chest, that hard spot between the developing pecs I had been working on. He inhaled deeply, then turned his head up to look at me. A full smile hovered just below two deeply wanting eyes.
"My baby," he smiled. "You missed me?"
"Uhhh," I nodded, trying to push his head back into my chest. I could feel my cock, full and hard pressing through my jeans against his chest. I bucked my hips playfully, daddy just laughed.
"Patience, baby boy, daddy's not going anywhere," he stroked a hand across my cheek and smiled up at me, "beautiful boy."
I turned my head slightly, my lips catching his finger. It slid in and bumped against my waiting tongue and then just as quickly slipped out before my teeth could coax it back.
Daddy lifted off of me and rolled onto his back. He scooted up against the pillows and then patted his lap that already seemed occupied by a sizeable tent in his dark pants. I scrambled up to my knees and undid the button at the top of my jeans. I wiggled out of them and then slipped out of my socks as daddy began to lose his own patience.
"Mmmm yeah," he put a hard finger in the middle of my chest and traced it slowly down my smooth skin only to let it rest atop the band of my red and gold briefs. My cock had strained them out but I knew he'd make me wait to release it.
His finger retreated but was followed by two strong hands hooking under my arms and lifting me up and over his lap. He drew his knees up and rested my back against them, the position we normally used in the bathtub. He rubbed his hands slowly up and down my back and then leaned up and kissed me.
The room was growing cold and, being the only naked one in the bed, I was grateful for his warmth. He pushed my body into his and my butt skipped over his raging cock. I felt a twitch in my hole, it missed daddy's tool. I wanted it badly.
Daddy pressed his tongue between my lips as his left hand slipped down my back and pushed at the band of my briefs. They gave willingly and I felt a finger slide down between my cheeks. His lips wrestled mine, all the while clear who the victor would be. I felt a finger slide around my hole, it shivered and twitched, needing to be filled, that's why they call it a hole. But the finger didn't stay long. I felt it slide back up to my neck.
Daddy kissed gently across my cheek and then nuzzled into my neck. I gasped as his teeth brushed against my skin. He seized on the opportunity and slipped the finger in between my lips. I sucked it, swirled my tongue around it. He worked it in and out of my mouth a few times.
As he kissed up to my ear he slipped the finger out and it quickly worked its way back down to my ass, leaving a slight of saliva down my back. Daddy chewed playfully on my lobe as his finger began to work its way inside my willing port.
"Uhhhh," I mumbled, lost in lust, my body delirious at his many touches. He surrounded me, filled me and worked my body into a helpless shiver. I was lucky to manage any sounds.
"You like that baby?"
"Uh huh."
"You want daddy inside you?"
"Uh huh."
"You want daddy to fuck your baby hole?"
"Uhhhhhhhh please fuck me," just then he bit softly against my neck. A complete sentence, I was getting better at this.
He lifted me gently up onto my knees, twisted his body and reached for the lube from the side table. He reached under me and unzipped his pants, fishing his pole out from his boxers. The tip bounced up and hit against my hole. "Ohhhh fuck... please... fuck... me, hard... daddy... fuck."
"Yeah baby, that's my boy," he growled as the lube flipped open with a plastic smack. He worked a greasy finger into my hole and poured a good amount onto his cock.
He lowered me back down and two strong hands grabbed at the sides of my chest. I felt the tip push lazily against my ass. This would need some guidance. I reached back and positioned it against my hole. I steadied myself on it, hoping my eyes weren't bigger than my hole.
It took a very slow and deliberate amount of pushing but the tip slipped inside me with a pop. Suddenly I was whole again. I'd gone a few days without this; my body remembered it instantly. I slid down a few inches before I realized I'd gone a little too far. I inhaled sharply and daddy lifted me up a bit. It snapped me to reality soon enough to catch the look in his eyes. He had been studying me the whole time. He knew I sometimes got a little too eager.
"Ouch?," he smiled up at me. I nodded. "Ok slowwwww down baby," he warned. I nodded again.
I didn't get the chance to slow down though. He held onto me firmly and guided me down very slowly. I relaxed in his grip. He leaned up to kiss me. He held me there, slowly entering inch by inch. The complete and warm feeling spread over me. I lowered my head and whimpered softly into his shirt. His body radiated warmth, sweat forming around his collar. I mouthed at the fabric covering his shoulder, adding my own moisture.
"Mmm yeah," he whispered into my ear once I'd taken as much of him as he knew I could handle.
He held me there and kissed at the top of my head approvingly.
"Ready?" he asked and then raised me up off his cock and then slowly lowered me down again. We began to build up a rhythm, his cock bumping happily over my inside spot. My cock strained against my briefs. He'd slid them down in the back but left them in the front. I'm surprised he hadn't just ripped them. He had ruined some of my favorite underwear that way, it's why I usually wore a jock.
The rhythm built, rising and falling as he held onto me, growling into my hair.
I mumbled and moaned and made other sexual noises into his shoulder. I get so lost in it, feeling so connected to him.
His cock was finding a deeper path inside me. It pushed against my prostate, making my cock leak boy juice into my briefs. I wasn't going to last much longer.
"I cummm dadddyyyy," I mumbled into his shoulder. I felt it build first in my nuts, working it's way up my shaft.
"Yeah baby, fuck yeah daddy's going to cum too," he growled. His cock punched into me faster and harder as he held my body against his. I buried myself into his sweat covered shirt. His chest heaving, his heart beating against my cheek.
"UHHHHHHHH!" I leaned my head back and felt my body tighten up. My cock began to beat in rhythm with his heart, shooting cum all over inside the confining briefs. My hole tightened around daddy's cock and I felt it throb as the warm liquid filled me inside.
"OH FUCK YEAH BABY," daddy groaned. "Daddy's coming, Ohhhhhh," He squeezed his arms tight around me, choking the breath from my lungs. My eyes did their best to stay in place. "FUCK YEAH," he growled as I felt his cum fill me and then slowly roll down my thigh.
We held that position, breathing heavily and then he laid back against the bed, clutched me to his chest and we slowly recovered our breath.
I closed my eyes for just a minute and woke up again as the water hit me.
I was naked, so was he. He held me up against his chest and turned the water from cold to warm. We showered off and kissed some more. I was really sleepy by then. We changed into fresh underwear and t-shirts and then went to lie down for another hour or so. I woke up atop a warm pillow, snuggled down beneath the comforter. Daddy was sitting on the bed typing away on his laptop. He was changed into a pair of pressed khakis and a blue button up shirt.
I lifted my head and he reached over to tussle my hair. "Almost dinnertime, put some clothes on, we're having a guest," he smiled. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head as I struggled out of the covers and padded over into the closet.
I slipped the t-shirt over my head and folded it, laying it on top of the granite counter and found a hung up green polo and slipped into it. I chose a pair of khaki cargo shorts. Michael hates ironing those, but he does well with them. I slid them up over my black jock and then found a pair of leather sandals.
I went and brushed my teeth and washed my face and then went back to the bed and laid my head against daddy's side. He slipped his arm around me and finished his work and I closed my eyes again.
When we got downstairs, Michael had filled the kitchen island with enough food for a party. I wondered how many guests we were having. He scurried around wearing a white apron and a tight pair of red boxer briefs. He was showered and clean, happy to be so busy. Daddy nodded approvingly as the doorbell rang. Michael set a silver serving bowl full of potatoes on the counter, wiped his hands on a towel and then went out to answer the door.
Daddy followed and I trailed behind him as Michael opened the door. He looked down at his feet, waiting for us to invite the visitor inside.
"Dr. Rand!" I yelped and bounced over to his side. He smiled down at me as I hugged his chest.
"Alix, you're growing so quickly," he laughed and slipped his arms around me. Daddy reached over and retrieved me, pulling me to his side with a laugh. Allen Rand was my doctor; he and daddy were old friends. He pushed past Michael without acknowledging him and Michael closed the door behind him.
"Come on in Allen, I think dinner's ready. I hope you're hungry." Daddy swept his arm towards the dining room. The table was set with three places and Allen went to sit down. He was almost as tall as daddy, a few years older. He always made me feel better when we had to go see him.
Dr. Rand has the deepest gray eyes and dark hair. His voice is deep but gentle, a power contained. He had on a light ribbed sweater that hugged his muscled chest, leaving a clear outline of his hard work. His gray sweater matched his pants and gave him a caring but professional look. He smiled at me from across the table as Michael came in and placed a metal bowl of fresh bread in the middle of the table.
"What can I make you to drink?" Michael asked us as a waiter in a fine restaurant.
Dr. Rand regarded him as a barking dog and looked over at daddy who told Michael to make them both cocktails and bring juice for me. Michael nodded with a look of contrition and went back into the kitchen.
"We're working on the finer points, Allen" daddy said to Dr. Rand as though he'd just asked a question. Dr. Rand nodded and shrugged.
"So how is everything going Alix?" the doctor smiled over at me, "I haven't seen you in months. I suppose that's good though."
"Yes sir," I bit my lip softly. He always makes me a little nervous, so does daddy, "I'm ok."
"Alix is doing better," daddy assured, "He still has trouble remembering to eat enough, but he'll grow out of that."
Michael returned with the drinks and then began laying out the food. I picked over a salad he made just for me as daddy and the doctor worked on the meat and potatoes portions. Michael disappeared back into the kitchen to eat by himself as I pretended to keep up with the men's conversation.
"So I thought you might want to spend some time tonight with Michael," daddy offered to Dr. Rand.
"Perhaps," the doctor smiled, "You've done wonders on his body David, I didn't have much hope when you brought him in for a checkup."
"He's come a long way, He'll do what it takes to please you," daddy assured. I squirmed a little, wondering what that meant. Was Michael going with Dr. Rand?
Dessert was a very dark chocolate cake. I actually had a few bites. Michael cleared the dishes as daddy and Dr. Rand talked about sports stuff. Michael came back into the dining room and stood beside the door looking down. The two men ignored his presence until their conversation wound down.
"Well, Alix and I will leave you two alone. Feel free to use Michael's room." Daddy pushed back from the table and took my hand, leading me back upstairs to our bedroom.
"What are they going to do?" I finally asked when he closed the door and I sat on the bed.
"Well, my love," daddy had a big grin on his face, "Why don't we watch?"
I look confused as daddy moved over to the big flat screen that hung on the wall above his dresser. He took the remote off the dresser and came to rest next to me. He sat back against the pillows and pulled me into his side as he flipped on the tv.
It was still set on the Disney channel so he flipped through a few menus and then a dark room appeared. I saw a little light coming through the window in the room. It lit up enough that I could tell it was Michael's room. The small double bed pushed against the wall, not very well furnished. He wasn't allowed to bring much when he moved in with us. Daddy doesn't like crap, especially crap that's not ours.
"I can't s..." I started to say but then a light flicked on in the center of the room and lit every little detail of the room. This was one pricey camera.
"Ohhh," I giggled, feeling like a perv watching Dr. Rand walk into Michael's room. He walked around a little, picking through things, looking very unimpressed. He flicked a finger towards the door and Michael crawled into the view. His apron was gone and he struggled along in his pair of red boxer briefs. He crawled right up to Dr. Rand's side and hung his head.
Dr. Rand must have asked him a question because Michael raised his head and mouthed something. The doctor moved over to Michael's dresser and slid open the top drawer. He took out a leather collar with silver studs and fumbled with the ID tag. I had seen it so I knew it said, "I am property of David Tausen, please do not touch without consent." I had a similar one, of course it didn't describe me as property.
Dr. Rand ran his finger over it and smiled up at the camera.
"He knows we're watching?" I looked up at daddy incredulously.
"Of course, I've returned the favor before. We go back a long ways. Michael should know as well, it was in his contract," daddy stroked my arm softly.
I turned back to the screen and watched Dr. Rand fasten the collar around Michael's neck. He found a leash to go with it and soon had Michael following him around on the floor as he walked in slow circles around the room. Finally he sat down on Michael's bed and pulled the leash down to the floor and stepped on it. Michael's nose was pressed down at the doctor's shoes. He began to lick at them lightly.
Doctor stood up then and slipped the gray sweater over his head exposing a smooth hard chest ripped with muscles. He tossed it down onto Michael and stepped back, freeing the man's head. Michael stood up and took the sweater, folded it neatly and laid it over the back of his desk chair. He turned and admired the doctor's physique. He was obviously pleased and his tented boxer briefs made a show of it.
Doctor sat down again on the bed and Michael moved to untie his shoes and slide them off. He went and placed them on the floor next to the desk chair and then moved back towards the doctor, pausing to appreciate the view. It looked like they were discussing something. Michael bowed his head and crossed his wrists behind his back.
"I wish we could hear them," I mumbled into daddy's chest.
"No, I don't think you're ready for that. Just watch baby," daddy responded and ran his hand through my hair.
The doctor stood and Michael kneeled down in front of him. He reached up to undo the buckle on the doctor's pants but his hand was swatted away. The doctor grabbed his leash and pulled him forcefully into his crotch. Michael used his teeth to undo the buckle and pulled at the strap. He leaned in and undid the top button of his pants and then bit at the zipper and lowered it. The doctor's pants fell to the floor and Michael moved quickly to pick them up and lay them over the chair, smoothing out the legs.
Doctor stood there in a pair of black silk boxers and matching socks. Michael knelt down again and lowered his head as the doctor yanked at his leash. He nuzzled his nose into the black silk fabric covering a sizeable tent. Having had a little practice, Michael reached his mouth up to the waistband of the silk boxers and slowly lowered them over doctor's bulge. For his efforts, he was rewarded with a slap in the face from doctor's hunkering meat. Michael wagged his nose at it, letting it slap against his cheeks, inhaling the scent. He buried his nose in doctor's pubes and kissed and licked his way down to the doctor's heavy sack and licked and kissed at doc's nuts.
Doctor put his hand on the back of Michael's head and guided him down and under the balls. Michael followed willingly, tilting his head to lick and kiss the underside. I caught Michael smiling up at the doctor, his hands still crossed securely behind his back. Doctor arched his back and gave a fulfilled look at the ceiling, his eyes solidly shut. His lips parted and his chest heaved as he guided Michael's lips to the arcing solid shaft. Michael lapped at the tip of doc's uncut cock. It must have been a good 8 inches and hard as a rock.
"That's fucking hot," daddy chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of my head again and rubbing his hand lazily up and down my tummy. I let my hand slip down to grab at my own needy crotch; my cock begging to be freed from the shorts. Daddy ran his hand down inside my shorts and grabbed at the full bulge in my jock. We kept our eyes glued to the TV.
Michael was being piston fucked in the mouth, the doctor bucked his hips and pushed Michael all the way down on his cock. This camera had great resolution. I could even see the saliva forming along the ring of his lips as he tried to keep up with the doctor's orders.
Dr. Rand backed up and pulled Michael with him and then leaned against the wall. He stood there with the boxers down to his knees and pushed Michael deeper onto his cock. His other arm up behind his head, proudly displaying his perfect abs. Michael tried hard to keep his arms behind his back, but the bulge pushing out against his red boxer briefs was calling to him. I knew he'd resist, he'd practiced this enough times with daddy to know the consequences of touching himself without permission. He focused on doc's cock.
Doc made a sudden move of pushing Michael off his cock. He reached down and grabbed the leash, yanking Michael up to his feet. The younger man scrambled to keep up and showed a slight look of confusion and alarm. Doc pulled Michael over and onto the bed, said something and Michael got up on the mattress on all fours.
Doc said something else and Michael scrambled to push his boxer briefs down to his knees. He arched his back, presenting his ass for the doctor to inspect. Dr. Rand bent down and spread Michael's cheeks, tracing his finger around the waiting hole. Michael wiggled his ass a bit but then decided not to get too playful. The doctor went over to Michael's bedside table and pulled a plastic band-aid box out of the drawer.
He flipped open the lid and fished out a small bottle of lube and what looked like a condom package. He walked back behind Michael who was holding form intently, wanting to follow orders.
"He's gonna fuck him," daddy laughed, snapping me back to reality. I was lying back against daddy's chest, his arm around me, reaching down into my shorts. I hadn't noticed him pull my cock out of it's pouch, but he was pulling at it lightly, it was hard and responding to his touch. A few drops of precum had dripped down his hand and onto my belly button, daddy pretended not to notice.
I let out a light breath and snuggled back against daddy's chest, my hands gripping his arm. I felt his bulge press against my thigh but I couldn't take my attention off of the live show in Michael's room.
The doctor had three fingers lubed and working their way inside of Michael. He had his head thrown back, enjoying the ride. He must have had instructions to beg for it because his head was turning back towards the doctor with a pleading look in his eye. He mouthed something that looked like "please fuck me," (I'd seen it before). The doctor had a cold look about him. He was intent on riding that ass and wanted it open and ready as soon as possible.
He seemed to enjoy Michael's pleading but he seemed a bit annoyed that Michael wasn't already prepared for a rough fuck. Maybe he could have just shoved it in, but I guess the doctor knew best. Michael was pressing back against the fingers and they soon slid all the way into him.
"Fuck that's hot," I looked up at daddy who turned his eyes down to me. He slid down my shorts and hooked the waistband of my jock under my balls and began pulling on my cock with purpose. I squirmed in his arms, his other hand came down to rub that spot on my tummy that always drove my cock over the edge. But he knew how to bring me to that brink and then back off. It drove me crazy but I knew better than to touch my cock while he was working his daddy magic. I leaned back and closed my eyes for just a second but then remembered the scene on the tv.
When I turned back, Doc had his cock halfway inside a very loud Michael. I could see his mouth wide open on the screen, looking back pleadingly full of pleasure at the doc. I also could hear it through the walls. Michael was definitely enjoying this. Doc shoved his cock all the way inside him and pulled back on the leash.
Michael had his head all the way back, pulled by lust and a taught leash. He continued his begging for more until doc reached down and grabbed Michael's boxer briefs that dangled off his foot and shoved them into his mouth. That muffled the sound enough to hear daddy's heart beating against my ear.
"Someone's getting the ride of his life," daddy commented and went back to pulling on my cock.
Michael was receiving a full force fuck now. The doc pulled back on the leash and then let it out as he shoved his cock all the way inside Michael. The screen showed a trickle of sweat pouring down the doc's back, which arched to get full capacity of the willing asshole below him.
"Uhhh, I'm gonna cum daddy," I whined.
"Ok baby, cum for daddy," he slowed his jerking on my cock, it was agony as the burst slowly worked it's way up my cock. My body jerked and twisted against his. He steadied me with one hand and worked me up with the other. A hot spat of cum flew out of the tip and went up and over my head. It was followed by a few more. Daddy dodged one, but I caught him on the cheek with another.
"ALIX!" he yelled, but then laughed, "You shot me baby!"
It's the weirdest feeling when you're cumming so intensely and then laughing. It kinda hurts. I giggled against his chest. "Sorry daddy," I offered as I started to come down from the fireworks show. Daddy just ran his hand over my tummy, causing a few additional jerks. It gets so sensitive when I cum.
"S'ok baby. You just have to clean up your mess now," daddy lowered his head and I stuck out my tongue to clean up his cheek. I swallowed my mess and then leaned back into him, rolling onto my side as my leaky cock slapped against his pants. Fuck, another spot. Michael would be busy with laundry tomorrow.
Doc was slamming into Michael full force when I caught the TV again. Michael, mouth full of his underwear, was doing his best to keep his eyes open and focused on doc's happiness. Finally the doc bent down over him and slipped his arms around Michael's waist. His body jerked and he pushed his cock all the way inside Michael who was being pressed down into the comforter.
He bucked his hips a few more times and then collapsed onto the helpless man beneath him. He held form for a few more seconds before rolling onto his back, his cock sliding out of Michael's hole with a very full condom clinging to it.
Michael held position as doc laid there recovering. I guess he hadn't been given another order.
Doc snapped his fingers and said something and Michael sat up and back on his heels. His cock was full and heavy as it swung between his legs. Michael arched his back and began jerking his cock as Doc slid back up to the pillows and sat back against the headboard, his arms crossed behind his back; his chest covered in sweat.
Doc watched intently as Michael, boxer briefs still in his mouth, leaned back and jerked his cock. A few quick strokes was all it took and he covered his own chest in thick white juice.
"We let him cum way too often," daddy commented.
Michael held position, firmly grasping his cock and squeezing the last few drops out of it. He looked exhausted, used and very pleased. Doc said something else to him and Michael took the boxer briefs out of his mouth, wiped his chest off completely and then put them back in his mouth, chewing and sucking on the salty fabric.
Doc smiled and reached up to pat Michael's chest, then he got up off the bed. Doc slipped an arm around Michael's tummy and pulled him up to his feet. Doc was a few inches taller and leaned in to kiss, maybe bite at the back of Michael's neck. It was a sweet change from the hardcore persona he'd kept up all night. He took the boxer briefs from Michael's mouth and threw them across the room and then went back to attacking Michael's neck. It must have been a major tickle point because Michael laughed and squirmed, but he didn't want free of doc's grasp. His smile was of complete contentment.
"Aww, I think doc's got a new favorite," daddy commented. We watched the two naked men disappear from the camera and then heard the door close on the hall bathroom.
"I think you need a shower too," daddy smiled down at me. We cleaned up and changed into sleep clothes.
When we got back to bed we saw Michael back in his own bed, under the covers, snuggled into doc's arms. I guess he was spending the night. Daddy did a quick check of the locks and alarms before coming back to the bedroom and finding me watching the two men drift off to sleep.
"Ok enough of the show for one night," daddy smiled and turned off the TV. We snuggled in for the night. I was on his chest, his arms around me, one hand on the back of my head pressing my ear against his heartbeat. The lights went out and so did I.